Trail of sadness, following the breadcrumbs to your door
And I remember your family doesn't live there anymore
I remember making faces in the window gla**
Mid September making fun of us as days flew past
Light My Fire always playing on the radio
My desire always so afraid of letting go
Trail of sadness, following the breadcrumbs to your door
And I remember your family doesn't life there anymore
At the curtain I'll be proud to say you were my friend
And I'm certain there never will be one like you again